Ankyra Sound of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

likewise, his eager nature and gentle touch endeared firefly to erzulie, so that when they parted again with heavy breaths, she turned to smile pleasantly at him, encouraging silently that they take a rest. her body still ached with the dull urge of the season, but for now she could ignore it.
"tell me somet'ing about yourself," the harlot invited now, curled against his flank. he had always been close-lipped about his origins, and though they had come together several times, both as packmates and as they were now, neither knew the details of the other. and while erzulie did not need many things, she was curious about the scarred man who roused her in more than ways of the flesh.